Turkey Tails
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Living on a little farm
In the Western NC Mountains
Means experiencing the cock-a-doodle-doo
The Moo-Moo-Moo, the meow and woof
And finally, the gobble-gobble
Each one of our barnyard residents
Find it necessary to procreate and we
Find that to be just fine, you must see
Farm life means breeding these beasts
These species who we believe will become
The very heart of the life on the farm!
We purchased baby turkeys in the spring
Nourished them until they began to gobble
About the feed and strut their feathers as they
Charmed the females with their beautiful tails
Our farm, it seemed, would be a turkey’s dream
As I was walking across the barn one dawn
I noticed a turkey lying down and felt charmed
By its obvious lack of anxiety with me
So I reached down to pet it and found it to be
Quite docile, never moving away from my hand
I called my husband and told him to see
How the turkey had taken to me!
He started to laugh and turned to me
“This is the way of a turkey who hopes to breed”
She lies down for the gobbler and I realized my blunder
What I had took for a tame turkey happened to be
Merely a turkey who hoped to bring her new daughters
And sons into the roost – I had to laugh at myself
My misinterpretation left me filled with glee
This is only one small thing that farm life has taught me
Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
January 3, 2022
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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